The story continues as Dinlas puts his plan in motion to get his floundering bounty hunter business off the ground.
By Wayne Davids/originally published July 4, 2019
The girls pranced and whimpered when I got back and unlocked the door to the warehouse. Both jumped to greet me, nearly knocking me over. They weighed seventy kilo each, and together they could knock anyone over.
“Okay, okay, ladies. I know.”
When I gave Hate a kiss on the head, Jealousy would push her out of the way, and when I tried to pat Jealousy, Hate would nip at her ears. I just started laughing because it felt good to have a plan, and it was nice to have these two. The only two ever happy to see me.
“Stop it, both of you. We have business to deal with as soon as possible.” Both stopped and cocked their heads. They wanted to hear more. I filled them in on the situation and the plan I hatched to capture Eddie Pastorini.
At the end I added, “I’m going out to get an idea of his place. I need both of you looking your absolute best tonight. Take a nap and then wash down. You both understand?” Jealousy turned and licked Hate across the top of her head. They understood. I petted and kissed each on the muzzle again then turned my attention to other matters.
My desk has one drawer which I keep locked. I opened it and pulled out the gift Uncle Heph ended up sending me several days ago. I guess he felt bad that he short with me in our first meeting, because one of his apprentices showed up two days ago with a beautiful pair of chrome M1911 style .45 caliber pistols. The slides and lower were embossed with intricate scrollwork. He even customized the grips. Each had an image of the wolves on it: one with a calligraphy Hate and the other Jealousy. I slipped on the harness with the pistols, grabbed a few extra magazines, and then threw my suit coat on over it all, to avoid annoying questions.
Sal told me the name of the club Eddie owned. Cadillac Lounge, not even an original name for the place. Honestly, it looked like a flea-market from the street. Maybe I could wrangle a future favor from some other local club owner if I knocked out their competition. I watched the place for a few hours in the early afternoon. Eddie arrived around two p.m. and according to Sal he would normally stay until early morning. I watched for several more hours until I decided I’d seen enough. He had a couple guys on the door, several on the roof and another ten that went in but hadn’t come out.
When I got back to the warehouse, it was dark outside. Inside, the girls were both sitting on the desk, waiting for me. They looked gorgeous in their slinky black dresses.
<Record scratch. Music stops>
I know what you’re thinking, so let me explain. You don’t get two supernatural wolves from Loki, The Norse God of Mischief, that don’t have a few special abilities. My two, Hate and Jealousy, can transform into human form when needed. Both were raven-haired beauties. Hate, a deep Mediterranean bronze, with an amazing smile. She looked as if she had stepped right off the island of Crete. Jealousy, darker, had narrow features, and high cheekbones, like an ancient Roman princess. You mortals speak of werewolves; this is not the case. These are wolves who morph into human shape when needed. They cannot speak and they always think and sense as a wolf. One other thing I might as well tell you now. For short bursts, they can move faster than the human eye.
So, as I was saying, they looked marvelous in their little black dresses. Wolf or woman, each of them always wore a thin leather collar. We left the warehouse, locked arms, and walked down to his club. They turned heads all the way as they slinked along, one hanging on each of my arms. I must admit, I did enjoy the attention in my black suit, vest, and shined leather wingtips.
When we reached the club, a doorman standing outside held his hand up.
“Club doesn’t open until 10:00 p.m.,” he grunted.
“I need to see Eddie Pastorini,” I replied, “for business.”
The enormous man at the door never turned to look at us, but replied, “Mr. Pastorini don’t see anybody for business without an appointment. You got an appointment?”
“No, I don’t. But I’m going to see him anyway.”
The doorman turned and looked at us now. It was clear he was irritated. He raised his hand to speak into a communicator on his wrist. Hate mistook the action for him attempting to strike me. One second, she was standing next to me, hanging on my arm with her head on my shoulder. The next, she had him pinned against the wall with both hands and her mouth at his throat. Her canines pierced the skin, nothing more than a superficial wound. I called her back before she did any real damage.
“Hate, Hate, darling, not here,” I said as she let out a low, guttural growl.
The man flailed against her, but she held him firm. She took her mouth from his throat and then curled her upper lip, close to his face. Her prominent canines, visible only when she smiled, were dripping with blood.
“Jesus, get off of me,” he yelled. “Look at her god-damned teeth. What the hell? Who are you people?”
Hate released the man as I pulled out a linen handkerchief and dabbed his blood from her chin, throat and exposed cleavage. She licked her own mouth clean until her teeth were pearly white again. As the doorman watched, she then nuzzled my ear and put her head back down on my shoulder.
“Now,” I repeated as I folded and tucked the bloody linen into my inside breast pocket, “I would like to see Eddie Pastorini, and this is the last time I am going to ask.”
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